A Sonnet by Evan Guilford-Blake

What wonder! – In the arcs described by wings
Aloft and floating on the fair spring air.
In graceful glides, parabolas of dare
Defying, in ascent, all earthy things.
Blue light this, that arises o’er their sails,
To waves whose crests on gentle billows soar
Across this sea unshadowed by a shore,
Undaunted by the shifts of tides or gales.

Gravity, your pull has no attraction
For such as these that blithely dream; no care
For this, your claim to men. We stand and stare
Caught in circling dreams and lissome actions…
What wonder!: Freedom’s birth observ’d in flight
And named in timeless crafts of wind and light.